bad little boy | fiolee

26 | Lose Something?

It had only been two days since what happened at Marshall's party. I tried calling him but he wouldn't pick up. I started to get scared. I loved him and I didn't want him going out with some other girl.

Ugh, why would I even say that?

I always have to screw things up, don't I?

Marshall's POV:

I still can't stop thinking about what happened at my party. I shouldn't have been that rude to Fionna..

I really shouldn't have gotten jealous. I just thought.. I just thought that stupid Gumwad was going to steal my little bunny from me.. I picked up my axe-base and began to strum the strings and started to sing a song I wrote,

"Oh, yeah. I've been thinking now for a while.
With you I've got exactly what I need.
When I see you stop and turnin' around.
God damn you've got me sh-sh-shaking in my teeth.
I can't afford the kind of love you sell, but I can't afford to ever watch you leave.
Won't you come and put your sugar on my tongue.
You've got your spell on me.
And how could I leave this life to another one?
Take back; I'll take back those things I said.
And how could I leave your heart to another one?
Take back; I'll take back all those things I've done.
Cause I'm the only one who knows the secret places that the light don't show.
You know.
I can't afford the kind of love you own, but I sure as hell could never let you go.
Every time I start to tell you no, and then you go and take off all your clothes.
And how could I leave this life to another one?
Take back; I'll take back those things that I said.
And how could I leave your heart to another one?
Take back; I'll take back those things I've done.
Those things I've done.
Yeah!
I know what no one else knows.
Sure as hell can never let you go.
No, I won't let you go.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Move!
And how could I leave this life to another one?
Take back; I'll take back those things that I've said.
And how could I leave your heart to another one?
Take back; I'll take back those things I've done.
And how could I leave this life to another one?
Take back; I'll take back those things that I've said.
And how could I leave your heart to another one?
Take back; I'll take back those things I've done.
Oh!"

I let out a sigh and watched my phone light up as Fionna tried calling me again. And you know what? I'm not going to pick up. I had something else in mind.

Back to Fionna's POV:

I plopped down onto the couch with a groan, realizing I must have really pissed Marshall off.

But.. Why can't he just answer? I hear a knock on the door and groan again, realizing Cake isn't home and I have to get up and answer it.

I stand up and walk towards the door. I hear the knock again and hurry my pace, seeing as this person seems impatient. But when I open it, guess who I see standing there?

Marshall.

"Um, hey," I say, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Fionna, I'm sorry about being such a douche at my party. I didn't have the right to be jealous; you and Gumwa-," he stopped himself, then changed his words, "-ball were just talking. Will you please forgive me?" Marshall bit his lip, showing his left fang and I couldn't help but smile.

"I forgive you, but-"

I was cut off by Marshall picking me up in a hug and I hugged back while laughing.

"Well, why don't you come in?" I laughed as Marshall set me down. He walked in and sat on the couch. "Cake's not going to be home for a while. She's over at Lord Monochromicorn's.." I said as I shut the door and went to go sit next to Marshall.

"Oh, thats perfect," Marshall smirked.

My eyebrows raised in confusion as I sat down. "Hm? Why's that?" I asked.

[ 6.19.16 / ok ok so when i was 11 or 12 i thought i could write a sex scene but guess what? three years later and i still can't. so, be prepared to cringe like i currently am as i'm revising it ]

"You'll see.." Marshall's words trailed off as he picked me up bridal style and flew us upstairs and into my room. He gently dropped me on my bed and he grinned at me. I propped my self up on my elbows as I went to sit up and he flew down on top of me and gently pushed me back down so I was lying on the bed.

I instantly knew where this was going. But I didn't plan on stopping him, though. Marshall crashed his lips onto mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Marshall's hands were playing with the hem of my shirt and I let him slide it off of me, immediately feeling self conscious, because for some dumb reason, I wasn't wearing a bra and now my breasts were exposed, right in front of Marshall.

Marshall smirked as my face heated up and he slid his shirt off also, showing off his abs. I could feel Marshall's eyes staring at my chest so I pulled him back in for a kiss.

We stayed like for for a few minutes, just kissing each other. Then I felt a bulge in Marshall's jeans against my thigh. My face heated up again and I felt Marshall's hands slide down to the hem of my skirt and he gently started sliding it off, leaving me in only my underwear. Marshall then began to slide off his own pants.

This was starting to get boring so I pulled Marshall in for another kiss. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I didn't know what to do. Marshall pulled back and I looked at him, confused. Then, he smirked and slowly slid off my underwear, leaving me fully exposed. He took off his pants, then boxers, and I had to keep telling myself to not look down at Marshall. Just keep looking at his face. Marshall set himself in between my legs and he paused.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, looking at me.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"Alright. I'll be gentle.. At first." Then he slowly slid himself into me. I winced and tensed up, almost afraid. But my body soon relaxed and Marshall began to slowly, gently thrust into me. Moans began to come out of my mouth, and I felt myself digging my nails into Marshall's back.

Twenty minutes later, I'm cuddled up next to Marshall Lee, both of us still nude. He was playing with my hair.

Then we heard the front door open.

"Shit!" Marshall cursed and fumbled for his clothes. I went to pick up my clothes as well when the bedroom door flew open.

"Fionna are- OH MY GOD!" Cake exclaimed, seeing Marshall and I.

Marshall quickly slid on his clothes and I slid mine on as well.

"YOU DIRTY BAT FACE! I'LL KILL YOU!" Cake ran at Marshall but he jumped out the window and flew away, after winking at me.

"FIONNA!" Cake bellowed as she turned to me.

"Yes?" I asked, feeling a little better now that I was fully dressed again.

"What did you two do?" Cake put her hands on her hips.

"Uh, nothing," I lied, fear sinking into my voice.

"Fionna, there's no point in lying. I saw you two on your bed. Naked. Now, I'm going to ask you again. What did you two do?" Cake looked mad, but she didn't sound entirely mad.

I didn't say anything, I just stood there and bit my lip, not looking at Cake.

"It was tier 15, wasn't it?" Cake raised an eyebrow.

I didn't answer. I was too afraid.

"It was! Fionna, baby. I told you to stay away from that! Nothin' good comes from that, even if you think it's fun." Cake frowned. "Still, I told you you can't do tier 15 until your eighteen. And you're only sixteen!" Cake sat on the chair.

"But we didn't actually do anything stupid,"  frowned.

"No, Fionna. You don't get my point. He could have gotten you pregnant." Cake looked at me with a serious expression.

"But-"

Cake cut me off. "Enough, Fionna. Tomorrow, you're definitely taking a pregnancy test," and with that, Cake stormed out of the room.